Crows pick out the eyes of the dead, when the dead have no longer need of them; but flatterers mar the soul of the living, and her eyes they blind.
EpictetusRead
You are a little soul carrying around a corpse.
Interpretation
This quote suggests that our physical bodies are only temporary vessels for our true essence or soul.
Epictetus, a Stoic philosopher, highlights the distinction between the impermanent physical body and the eternal soul. He implies that while our bodies may age and decay, our inner essence remains unchanged, urging us to focus on nurturing our character and spiritual well-being rather than becoming overly attached to our physical form.
In practice
During a philosophical discussion on the nature of existence, one might use this quote to illustrate the difference between the physical and the spiritual.
Crows pick out the eyes of the dead, when the dead have no longer need of them; but flatterers mar the soul of the living, and her eyes they blind.
Learn to distinguish what you can and can't control. Within our control are our own opinions, aspirations, desires and the things that repel us. They are directly subject to our influence.
Men are disturbed not by the things that happen, but by their opinion of the things that happen.
Nothing truly stops you. Nothing truly holds you back. For your own will is always within your control. Sickness may challenge your body. But are you merely your body? Lameness may impede your legs. But you are not merely your legs. Your will is bigger than your legs. Your will needn't be affected by an incident unless you let it.
The people have a right to the truth as they have a right to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.
Practice yourself, for heaven's sake, in little things, and thence proceed to greater.
He does it with better grace, but I do it more natural.
Fame is but an inscription on a grave, and glory the melancholy blazon on a coffin lid.
We are a nation that has a government-not the other way around. And that makes us special among the nations of the earth.
You may be sure that when a man begins to call himself a realist he is preparing to do something that he is secretly ashamed of doing.
Religion survives because it answers three questions that every reflective person must ask. Who am I? Why am I here? How then shall I live?
Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo. Shovel them under and let me work- I am the grass; I cover all. And pile them high at Gettysburg. And pile them high at Ypres and Verdun. Shovel them under and let me work. Two years, ten years,and passengers ask the conductor- What place is this? Where are we now? I am the grass. Let me work.
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